The trust issue is so real. I can’t even imagine how different I’d be if I grew up trusting and being trusted. I knew my parents lied to me sometimes and they always accused me of it, despite me constantly getting myself in trouble by volunteering honesty no one asked for. A therapist once told me my role in the family seemed to be “truth teller”. I think she was right about that. Maybe I was overcompensating for my family lying by calling out the truth constantly.

It’s a bizarre thing for your parents to believe strangers (in one case a jerk kid who rode my bus) who make shit up, but not believe you, their child. I guess it’s them accidentally admitting they’d lie if they were in the situation they think you’re in.